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Warden and the Slave

She collects herself Locks together her pieces She designs her fate through every season From fall through March she stays indoors During summertime she shows her core When she dances the earth twists and shakes Her singing voice opens Nature’s gates Deceptive eyes so humble, plain When she turns around, they’re full of flame Do not endeavor to decipher her holy code No cryptologist has a hope Just let her be mysterious Just watch her be mischievous Do not, I said don’t try to find her name Don’t waste your time with jealous games She is the warden and the slave inside your cell She’s the god and the devil of thine golden bell She is beauty personified by the ugliness trapped in my mind She’s a she She’s a he She’s a me She’s a we She’s a you She’s a two She’s a fool when she rules He disassembles himself Throws away the pieces He hides in the most unruly places.

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